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Sometimes I have so much minutiae going on, I don’t know where to start.Colokial

Mom and I met our friend Ardis by arrangement at the Colokial last-Friday-of-the-month party. Colokial is this way cool shop in Corydon that specializes in art and gifts from Latin America. OH, such beautiful things! They have pashminas–rectangular scarves–and square silk scarves and silver jewelry and rosaries so beautiful it makes me want to go back to Catholicism. I do miss that, by the way, and, even though I was born a Baptist and raised a Lutheran and am now Disciples of Christ, I’m starting to wonder if it might not be true that “once a Catholic, always a Catholic”….

Anyway, Colokial had this party. This month, the country featured was Panama. We had empanadas (fried meat pies), chicken and yellow rice (saffron? turmeric?) and sweet plantains. All good, but the plantains were particularly intriguing. Sort of banana, but firm. I’m going to get some sometime and try my hand at them.

Colokial gentlemanThis young man is one of two brothers who go to the church where my precious late grandfather used to go. Because he and Mom and I went to three different churches (Baptist, Lutheran, Catholic and then DofC) and because of service schedules, after he gave up his driver’s license I would take him to church, go to mine, and pick him up after his. These young men would watch for him and hold the door for him, always with a smile and a “Good morning, Brother George.” If I have my town genealogy straight, these young men are the stepsons of the Colokial owner.

Today, I got up and went to my beloved Saturday farmers’ market. Got there a bit after 8 am and it looked like ants at a picnic. I got mom somefarmers market 815am ripe tomatoes and a green tomato. I had serious doubts about the red ones. Nobody’s tomatoes are ripening on the vine this year. The coolish, wet weather is great for a lot of things, but tomatoes are not among them. Lots of tomatoes, but they aren’t ripening. Got some broccoli, some corn and OF COURSE some peaches. Hale Havens, this time, since the July Albertas are over, alas.

One kind gentleman let me taste a tomatillo, also known as husk tomatoes. He peeled back the split husk and told me to just take a bite. It was kind of sticky, a residue of the husk. He said it wouldn’t hurt me, to just go on and bit it. I did. It was much firmer than a tomato. Had a slightly tomato taste, but also a little sweet. I decided to get some and a little box of his cherry tomatoes. He had other customers to take care of and, by the time he got to me, the aftertaste had begun to set in. I say “had begun” advisedly: One of the Southern Indiana Writers hates it when you say somebody began to do something or something started when what you mean is that somebody or something DID something. But this aftertaste wasn’t just something that happened, it’s an ongoing thing. This aftertaste has taken on a life of its own. This aftertaste is like having schizophrenia of the tastebuds. A little like cilantro, just a touch of heat. I can imagine people really liking it, because it’s strong and distinctive. I’m not altogether sure I don’t like it, but it sure is a presence in my life.

I ended by not buying the tomatillos or the cherry tomatoes, but I might actually get some next week and some sweet onions and make some salsa fresca. Won’t get any hot peppers or cilantro,fmbounty because the tomatillos supply all of those notes I care to have, thanks all the same.

So, all in all, it’s already been an adventurous weekend, and it’s not even noon on Saturday.


writing prompt: Have two characters try a new food. Have one love it and one hate it. Describe their reactions to the food, detailing how the food impacts all their senses, including their memories.

I’m running sideways to keep from flying today. Mom and I worked at the Friends of the Library Book Box (book sale room) this morning. We went to the farmers’ market first–still only three vendors. We hope it’ll pick up as the season goes on. I was disappointed not to find any lettuce or spinach or other greens. A friend showed up and got some turnip greens as a byproduct of turnips, but that was about it.

We got some green tomatoes and green beans and I got a little head of broccoli. Hope there’ll be more at the Tuesday market.

Then we came home and programmed our route into the GPS for the open house we’re going to tonight for a couple of friends’ renewal of marriage vows.

Now we’re going to our #1 daughter’s to visit with some friends from Louisville.shawl

shawlbagYesterday evening, we went to Colokial, where they had music, food and lots of company. The food wasn’t free, but it smelled divine. We had expected snackies, so we had already eaten, but we visit with our friends who were there and, of course, shopped. Mom bought me a gorgeous embroidered thingy–like a shawl, only a long rectangle. I told them I didn’t need it in a bag, but they insisted. So here is a picture of the bag as well as a picture of the shawl.

They’re working on a website, but don’t have one yet.

Now I have to go and do some doin’s.


writing prompt: What’s embroidered on your main female character’s shawl? If she doesn’t wear shawls, give her one from somewhere or other.

Everybody who knows me, knows that my favorite store ever in the whole wide world is Ozzie’s. They have the coolest stuff–scarves, purses, jewelry, house decorations, cards, garden stuff…. And now they have a web site, so here’s a link to it: Ozzie’s.

Tonight, Mom and I are going to Colokial, another shop in Corydon. On the last Friday of the summer months, the owner is having an open house, with free refreshments and music. I’m hoping to score some horchata. In case you don’t know, horchata is a milky, sweet drink with coconut milk and ground rice and vanilla and this and that and it is purely DELICIOUS, although my mother does not like it one bit. That leaves more for me. ha!

Meanwhile, I’m wrestling with the software, which I can’t get to do what I want. is a dream, but the “pro” gear assumes a lot more savvy than I posess. Oh, sweet Jesus, not another learning curve….


writing prompt: Send a character to an open house and have him/her overhear something intriguing.

Been finding SO MANY morels, I’m delerious with joy. So happy, I actually cooked something time-consuming yesterday.

Of course, it helped that I didn’t turn the computer on yesterday. Used the tamalesApril Fool virus threat as an excuse to take a day off from the time-sucker. Actually CLEANED MY OFFICE, which was like one of the labors of Hercules. I did a good long search in the woods. Then I made tamales. I have some Maseca, or tamale dough mix, and I have some dried corn husks. I had some smoked pork roast left over, so I chopped it, spread the dough on the soaked husks, mixed the roast and some cheese and wrapped it in the husks and put it in my rice cooker/steamer. Steamed them for about an hour and topped with warmed salsa.

There’s a new place about to open called Colokial: Expressions of the World. colokialLooks like gifts from around the world. I don’t know if it’s Fair Trade yet. The web site, http:///, is “under construction”. I’m looking forward to seeing it.

Now I have to go pick up #2 daughter from the hospital where she went to get a shot for her migraine. 😦


Writing prompt: Have a new shop open that interests and excites one of your characters.


Here is where I ramble on about whatever happens to fall through my mind. I also have a professional site, where I post about my books, stories, news and appearances. Every month, I post a “Hot Flash” there–a story or prose poem of about 50 words. I hope you enjoy your visit. –Marian Allen

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